We fly in the sky, with no limit or shyness.
The moon is our destination, up and high.
We visit the planets like aliens in disguise.
We show our appreciation and tell them we won't cry.
Friends, we will be
And knowing we are strangers
We should meet.
So don't hug the cry.
Like your destination is far.
It's just around the corner.
When you believe you can fly.
Visit the sun.
And it's not too hot.
Because when you know here,.
You will know that she is shy.
So go up high in the sky.
Tell the reality why you love the sky?
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